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When I Was A Kid I Used To Tell Myself The Moon Was A Silver Gong And If I Could Climb High Enough To Beat On It With Both Hands All My Wishes Would Come True.

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The Terrible Thing About Having New York Go Stale On You Is That There's Nowhere Else. It's The Top Of The World.

The Only Way To Find Out Anything About What Kinds Of Lives People Led In Any Given Period Is To Tunnel Into Their Records And To Let Them Speak For Themselves